there’s something about the way,
the sun hits the shore in the afternoon.
how the rays reflect along the water,
warming the ocean with its smile.
i settle on the sand and face the sky,
eyelashes kissing my cheeks with every breath.
the birds are flying south for winter,
leaving behind the essence of summer.
salty air fills my lungs
while the sound of waves crash against the rocks.

there’s something about the way
i can be here alone
but not feel lonely at all.
and even though
the water washes away my footprints
it doesn’t make me sad.
because i know
that’s just the beaches way
of telling me to always make new memories

i dream far too much about the galaxy.
long to float through a sky,
void of problems and cares.
caress the moon with a gentle hand,
and thank him for getting me through the long nights.
i want to shine as bright as the stars,
inspire all of the people below.
dance along the milky way,
and make friends with a shooting star.

let her carry me into the next world.

i seek comfort
inside your arms
wrapped up with soft words
and gentle touches

i seek comfort
inside the galaxies
stolen from the sky
and placed within your palms

i seek comfort
in you

and oh
what a double edged sword it is
seeking comfort
in the person
that broke your heart

i painted the sky blue for you,
hand picked the stars,
that lace the milky way.
bundled them between my fingers,
until they engraved themselves onto my palms.
i befriended the moon,
and asked him for a favour.
in hopes we’d be able to relive this night,
again and again.

i painted the sky blue for you.
stained my fingertips,
with an entire galaxy.
welcomed it into my blood stream with open arms.

i painted the sky blue for you.
yet,
you never even bothered to look up.